I cry at weddings... part 2
Had to be the usher at City Hall MRT Station to tell people that there was free coaches to Rasa Sentosa where the wedding was held. That was boring.
Anyway, before the dinner commenced, a flash presentation of how the couple,
Yeeyong and
Fiona met was shown. It was done by the groom and had quite a huge number of their photos taken together during their courtship and even before. I think it was meant to be a tribute to the bride. Needless to say, it was very heart-warming, especially when you know the 2 of them for years. I think
Weiyuan was tearing after the whole video.
We stood for the couple who did the whole red carpet thing. My table comprised of membersss like
Billy,
Jason Siau,
Weiyuan,
Andy,
Bernard,
Alvin,
Ben Seow and
Tuck Wai. Needless to say, we were the rowdiest table. The 2nd in placing would be
AB's table with
Paul Lee,
Vijay,
Gary,
Wee Kiat and
Mun Kit. Those bastards actually came over to our table to steal our beer!
It was much the benchmark for me in terms of good wedding dinners. I saw
AB queuing up for beer at the tap like it was Happy Hour. We took turns to collect the beer at the tap, instead of asking the waiters. It'd be far too slow then. I think we had around 10 jugs of beer and counting by the end of the night. As usual,
Paul Lee was up to his old tricks, trying to pick up girls at every table and even
Yeeyong's sister. I had to tell him that she was married before he stopped.
We shifted the par-tee to the bridal suite. As most of us who stayed were from National Junior College and from the triple C, Chao Club Corner (an association formed by students who frequently skip classes and congregate in a corner of the canteen, eating and playing cards.), we carried out the rituals.
We stripped the groom. And proceeded to find a thick pole so that we can ram his crotch against.
Fortunately for him, it was at the balcony and we had to preserve some respect for the present female company. So, it was down to his undies.
Alvin, being the only non-NJC-ian (I still hate that word) was his usual self. An ever-fucken diplomat. He said, "Since it's your wedding night, we let you choose whether you want a tree or a lamp post." He should be a politician. Really. Such a tactful display of democracy.
However, we did not carry out the ramming, as it still is affectionately known. After all, it's the man's wedding night. He might need to use the goods later.
By this time,
Weiyuan was roaring drunk and
Yeeyong, being the weakest drinker (3 beer man) was still standing strong. I guess, the strip search sobered him up. After I regaled the others with tales of how
Weiyuan used to do handstands when he was drunk, he proceeded to do a handstand. And crashed into the table. Of course, he forgot he's now, like, 20 kgs heavier. Still, the handstand was fucken funny. Don't fuck with him. He used to do them handstands and sing a
Smiths song all at the same time. I think it's the
Smiths song that did the trick.
We all sat outside in the balcony, finishing a bottle of Hennessy and singing. Yeah, singing as if it was a campfire karaoke sing-a-long session, except without the campfire. We were threatened to be kicked outta the hotel for making so much noise twice. So finally, we caved in and left around 2:30am. Partially, it was because we ran outta booze as well.
There were loads of hugging and 'I love you's... and that's just among the guys! Yup, there was loads of love to be spread.
Anyway, it's like a benchmark of all the weddings I'd be attending in the future.
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